Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“You can’t do that from here?”
I roll my eyes. I said the same thing. Some artists are such divas.
“I have some pretty high-profile clients. I get it. The problem is they want to control who’s around when I pen their songs so it doesn’t get out that they hired a ghostwriter. It’s a sticky situation. NDAs are always involved.”
“You know you don’t have to work. I don’t work at the bar because I need to. To be honest, I’ve been slipping my checks back into the count on nights I close the drawers.”
“Really? That’s so sweet of you. Pit seems to have really taken to you. How does it feel to be back in his life?”
He smiles. “Like having a big brother and he came with a whole new family.”
I smile wide. “I love that for you. Whatever happened to your cousin? Is he still in Vander or Bridge Lake?”
His eyes sparkle as if he has a secret, and a mischievous grin takes over his lips. He winks but doesn’t say more.
“Ah, still a secret I see.”
“About the job. Let me know if I can do something to help, but don’t worry about it if it’s not what you want. You have time to decide.”
“Thanks. I’ll think about it. If they really want me, they’ll have to take me as I come. I might be over writing for a while anyway.”
“I’ve got you either way.”
He leans in and kisses my lips. AJ wraps his little arms around our necks, then gives me a sloppy kiss on the forehead. I laugh.
“AJ and Daddy love Mommy,” he coos.
“Aw, baby. Mommy loves you and Daddy too.”
Ant kisses AJ’s cheek. “Go on. Ask her.”
“Mommy come on date? Eat-eat with us, please?”
He asks so sweetly it causes me to tear up.
“A date?” I ask.
Ant turns his eyes on me. “We have it all set up. We’ve been cooking in the kitchen, I have a movie set up for later, and AJ promised to go to bed so we can hit the Jacuzzi to end the night.”
“Ha, good luck with that one.”
“Yeah, I thought I was overreaching with the last part. How about it? Come on a date with me and my son?”
“Of course. How can I say no to such handsome men?”
Ant lifts his hand for a high-five. AJ slaps his palm to his dad’s with a proud smile. They are too adorable for words.
I’m lucky if I get any time with AJ these days. He’s usually right on Ant’s heels. The best thing ever was walking in on them working out. AJ was doing his best to do pushups just like Ant.
It’s been hard not to think about how this could all fall apart. I get angry every time I think about someone trying to take this from me and my son. I love this man so much.
“I’m going to get you home, baby,” Ant says as if reading my thoughts.
I nod and swipe at the one tear that does fall. I’m trusting my husband to make this better. I have faith in him. This time I’m letting him handle it.
* * *
Pit
“Mayven, get your little ass over here,” I growl as my wife runs through our new home in her panties and bra, trying to get away from me.
“I just want to check in,” she calls over her shoulder while clutching her phone to her chest.
“I told you to mind your business. He and AJ have it covered. Don’t interrupt their night.”
I was proud of Ox when he called and asked for suggestions for him and AJ to plan a date for Lex as father and son. Skittles has been so hyped she almost ruined the surprise several times.
She’s driving me crazy. I regret asking for her input. I think it’s the hormones. She just wants to call to gush over how sweet the gesture is. That can wait.
“Aww, but, Will, it’s so sweet and I want to see if she loved it.”
“You can call tomorrow. Stop making me chase you.”
She stops and claps her ass cheeks at me while looking over her shoulder. “But you like chasing me. That’s why we still have a half-furnished house. Like I don’t know.”
She’s only a few weeks along, but I swear, there’s more jiggle and bounce to her fat ass. I grow hard thinking about how much I’m going to love watching her during this pregnancy. I growl at her crazy ass, then rush at her and grab her and toss her over my shoulder.
“The house is half furnished because it’s big as fuck. I built you a mansion and you couldn’t decide what the hell you wanted when it came to furnishing it.”
I slap her ass as I start for our bedroom, the one and only room that is finished in this place. At least it will be completed before the baby gets here. I still can’t believe I’m going to be a father.